Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.